Cardimis' Clan

On Semi-Hiatus

Welcome to Clan Volrenjai

Hello, I must admit that I can be a very shy and easily flustered person on the internet. If I take until the world's end to respond to you, just know that it more than likely that I just took forever to build up the courage to say something...T^T
+3 hrs FR time
"Nurmas, on kelda banshigada sa anga"

*shall edit bc I have moved from the focal point*
You have made your way through the Starfall Isles, past abominable mutations and flying pink debris. You even survived the warping energies defeating your stomach. Now you see before you, a massive cliff that you assume is one of the Focal Point. Before the cliff, though, lies a forest of bushes. They are indeed quite thick in this area, but a strong presence draws your eye to a great patch of brambles with runes arching over like an aetherial cage. In front of the patch, two dragons stand vigil.

Before you can snatch a better look at them, the world flips and a weight pins you into the sickly-sweet grass. You freeze not only out of fear and surprise, but of apprehension. Razor-sharp claws dig into your flesh, just so that you don't bleed yet; it's a warning, and one that you are certainly not stupid enough to ignore. As if in sadistic curiosity, one claw drags a small red line, the owner eerily purring (or was it growling?) with a manner that betrays that this is merely the opening to a deep well of cruelty.

"I don't recognise your stench, so I'll act generous and give you the courtesy: so listen well, and I'll let you off with a few nicks. Moon said told me that I should try being kind - but he was joking, and so am I." She tilts your head to look her in the eye.

Staring down at you are four pink pools of something totally alien. She, for it is evident that it is indeed a she, peers at you from a blue birdskull mask, her purple tongue flailing hungrily. "I don't suppose that you are very brave, no? You had to have seen and smelled the markings that so obviously claims this land as our own. So how is it that you deliberately ignored them, and ventured dangerously close to our lair? How is it that you are not already spellfood?" At this, Her eyes narrow, daring you to answer.

How do you respond?

Greetings, and a tentative welcome to the Clan of the Point of the Moon, or "Volrenjai". This faction harbors a deep hatred for the BeastClans and so has evolved into a Clan not only martial in its society but completely open to all methods of combat. Therefore, the Clan embraced magic in all its forms and uses, and so has harbored dragons whose passions for magic stray from conventional use. From this leniency for darker magicks, the sub-faction 'The Circle of Crows' was founded. They themselves specialize in working with the explored as well as the frontiers of dark magic, primarily in different studies of necromancy. As working so closely and so often with spirits has opened the members of the circle to possible possession, they wear enchanted bird skull headdresses - hence the name. Their founder and leader, Phantom Flight, has set her eyes on the leadership of the entire Clan... and ever more as her eyes send her visions of a glorious future where the entire world bows to her legions of undead, her victims only adding to her strength...


If anyone is confused about my naming system;

Breed: Suffix:

Guardians: Scale
Skydancers: Wing
Wildclaw: Fang
Coatl: Cloud
Imperial: Crown
Pearlcatcher: Shine
Nocturne: Claw
Ridgeback: Thorn
Tundra: Heart
Mirror: Flight
Fae: Dream
Spiral: Tail
Snapper: Stone

fandoms:Homestuck,Yugioh, Durarara!!, The Elder Scrolls, Mega Man-(X,Zero,ZX), Tokyo Ghoul, Warriors, The Inheritance Cycle, The Ranger's Apprentice (& Brotherband Cronicles), Wereworld, Artemis Fowl, Harry Potter, Code Geass, OFF, Soul Eater, Trigun
*Ill add more as stuff comes to mind*

Houses: Gryffindor, Horned Serpent
Godtier: Rogue of Light
Clan: ThunderClan
INTP
"Nurmas, on kelda banshigada sa anga"
Bleakstorm




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